Today was the first day of classes she was going to attend at the academy. She marked it down on her calendar and everything so she wouldn't forget, and made sure to make a note on the map she had so she wouldn't get lost. Jennifer already had her clothes picked out, a nice bright and colorful tank top that was too long to be a shirt but too short to be a dress. It had a nice floral pattern and some sparkly gems on the bust line. Combined with some colorful leggings and equally colorful shoes and she was ready to go. It took some time to get her pigtails extra big and poofy, but she wasn't going to walk out of the house until she was looking completely perfect.

Getting to class proved to be more difficult than she expected. Not because it was hard to find, her map proved sufficient for that, but because there were so many people around and she wanted to talk to all of them. Considering that by the time she got to the academy she had forgotten why she went there in the first place, she spent basically all morning talking to anyone that would listen and sometimes even people that weren't. It wasn't until the alarm on her phone went off warning her that class was going to start in ten minutes that she remembered why she was here. It'd be such a bummer to be late on her first day and would make such a bad impression that she didn't want the teacher to be upset with her. Fortunately, this school didn't seem to have any rules against running in the hall, so she was able to make it in on time. It meant she didn't have very much time to get settled into her seat, but that was fine. She didn't have a notebook or anything, she took all her notes on her phone.

Jennifer wasn't sure how useful taking classes at the academy would be. Not because she doubted the teachers' abilities, but because she knew she wouldn't remember any of it. It wasn't their fault, and she'd do her best, but she was worried it might be a waste of time for everyone involved. Still, she wanted to give it her best try if only to see what she could do. If she had a good reference sheet maybe she could take a look at it before trying to do anything too complicated with her magic.

Class was going smoothly enough. She was glad the teacher didn't mind her staring into her phone like this, but she really was using it for notes. It wasn't until she heard a loud thump behind her that everything started to go wrong. Jennifer picked a spot in front so she could see easily, and picked a seat far from the door because that's what was left when she got there. She was only vaguely aware of the people around her while she was this because she was focusing so hard on the class, but that thump snapped her right out of it. She looked over her shoulder at the student picking up his pencil, only to get glared really hard at. She jerked her head back towards the front of the room and sank her head closer to her phone like she was trying to be as small as possible. She wasn't sure what just happened, but he looked mad and she really didn't like it when people were mad at her.

Her suspicions were only confirmed as class went on. To the point that it was really hard to focus. She could practically feel him staring through the back of her skull, and she immediately regretted confirming that he was by meekly turning her head towards him one more time. Then he threw something at the back of her head further confirming that he was really mad and probably totally hated her. She rose her hand to rub the spot the wad of paper hit, but otherwise tried really hard to keep staring into her phone and not acknowledge it otherwise. She really just wanted to leave the classroom at this point.

The moment class ended, she went to slip her phone into her purse and then get out of there as quickly as possible, but she wasn't fast enough. By the time she was standing up, the angry student had already cornered her, grabbed her arm, and pulled her into the back of the classroom. She looked towards the teacher for help, but he was already packing up his stuff and didn't seem to care at all. Her whole body tensed as she tried to figure out what to do.

"Huwa huwa?"

Was all that came out of her mouth at first while she tried to make sense of what he was saying. Her mind was racing, so his words felt like gibberish until she took a moment to try to focus on what they actually were. Didn't look alive? what was that supposed to mean? She did her makeup all pretty this morning and put some nice pink on her cheeks to make them look cute and lively. Not to mention the sparkly lip gloss. She wasn't even particularly pale because she spent a fair amount of time outside. He looked more dead than she did in her opinion.

"I...I'm not dead? I-I don't think?"

The last bit slipped out because she was afraid of disagreeing with him completely, not because she thought she might be dead. That'd just be silly. Despite that attempt to make talking to him easier, she still couldn't maintain eye contact and found herself staring at her shoes. They were way more lively and pleasant than he was. Gently, hopefully so gently and gradually that he wouldn't notice, she started trying to pull her arm away so that maybe she could run away. He was mad and she didn't know what to do. It was really hard and unpleasant.

Jennifer was as human as any other person. Her skin felt like skin, it looked like skin, it was put together like skin, and it had no seams like any normal person's skin. It was actually pretty obvious she took really good care of it by regularly bathing, applying moisturizers, and even exfoliating. It was really soft and smooth. And like everyone else, there were signs of blood flow. The area around her shoulders and elbows were a bit redder than the rest of her body, she had veins in her wrists, and even a pulse. Externally, she seemed like any other human. But nothing she did produced any electrical signals.

"U-Umu..."

She visibly recoiled at being scolded. Even if that wasn't his intent it was how she interpreted it. Slowly but surely, she tried to slip her arm out of his grip. It was easier for her than it was for most people because of how narrow her limbs where. But before she completely got her arm away, shortly after he asked the question about her power, she paused. For about a second it was like someone turned her off. Her body didn't go limp, her pulse continued as normal, but for a moment her eyes looked completely empty. It passed just as quickly it came, and she tried to look up at the scary student only to get about as far as his shirt before losing her nerve and going back to staring at her shoes.

In one gentle motion, she finished freeing her arm from him and tried to use her other arm as a distraction so he hopefully wouldn't notice. She waved and then suddenly there was another forearm on her arm. She waved again and then there was an entire arm on his shoulder that rotated so it could wave its hand in front of his face.

"I-I can make limbs. Kind of like that," her voice got quieter and quieter the more she talked.

Hoping that the one on his shoulder would distract him enough from extracting herself, she very slowly started to inch away again. Now that she was free, her entire body moved, and once she got far enough away she hoped to make a break for it.

Her plan went off with out a hitch! Making stuff appear out of nowhere was always a great way to distract people because they never expected it and it made their minds and eyes look at the new thing instead of her. Jennifer wasted no time in getting away from the scary student. She wasn't going to attack him, she wasn't even going to try to trip him up, she just wanted to leave as quickly as possible and hoped he forgot about her as quickly as she was going to forget about him. Both the arm on her and the arm on him disappeared in a puff of black smoke when she left the room. There wasn't much need to keep them there.

For the next hour, she just wandered around the halls, trying her best to get lost so that hopefully she wouldn't be chased. Gradually, she not only started to get bored, but started to forget why she was running in the first place. That was when she looked down on her phone only to see that class was about an hour ago. Her eyes widened and her heart leaped into her throat. Did she miss class despite going out of her way to make sure she would remember to go? Jennifer frantically dug through her phone for any evidence that class happened until she came across her notes. Relieved, she flopped into the nearest seat and started reading them. As expected, she didn't remember anything about class. Frowning, a bit disheartened, she looked at her notes and tried to commit something to memory.

It wasn't until some angry looking guy approached her that she stopped staring at her phone with her brow furrowed. He was talking to her like something happened, and he looked mad. Jennifer slunk into her chair and pulled her phone up against her chin. Her brow furrowed, but it still looked like she wanted to get away. Who was this guy and why was he mad at her? She looked down at her phone and looked through the pictures of people she took as a substitute for remembering who they were. He wasn't in the list. She tapped on her forehead and tried really hard to remember. There was something there, but she couldn't recall most of the details.

"Gyek, you're the angry guy!" she shouted as the revelation hit, which made her only want to sink into the chair further.

Unfortunately, she didn't remember the conversation well enough to know what he was talking about. It couldn't be her only power...That fortunately didn't have too many ways it could be taken. He saw what she could do then? Why was he confused? Her power seemed pretty straightforward.

"B-But I just create body parts where I want to. And then I can make them go away if I want to. That's all my power does..."

Jennifer continued sinking into the chair like she hoped she would either merge with it or push herself right through it. She held up her phone in front of her face like she was using it as a shield, though her eyes were still completely visible, like she was peeking over a wall. That said, she still couldn't make eye contact and found herself looking to the left or right, and sometimes even down at her phone, constantly. She fidgeted with her phone and kicked the bottom of the chair finding it impossible to sit still.

As much as she wanted to clarify the situation with her memory, she didn't think it'd be helpful right now or that he'd even believe her. The whole situation was leaving her nervous enough that she was finding it difficult to find the words to talk about anyway. It was weird and no one ever seemed to understand.

"H-How should I know? Magic is weird right? Is this really the weirdest thing that could happen? I-I mean, things break physics all the time right?"

She frowned, but still complied with his request. As much as she wanted to just disappear, she was going to have a harder time running away right now. It might take a second for the opening to show itself, and until then, she could make a couple of arms appear on the back of the chair. Much like her, they had no electrical signals in them despite them moving and looking like any normal human arm and hand.

But she didn't want to find other uses for her ability right now, she just wanted to get away. The odds of her remembering this conversation in enough detail to make use of that were so slim that it was pointless anyway. Even if she could muster up the energy and get over how stiff her fingers felt right now to write it down, what was she going to do? Look at this list every time she needed to see if she could do something? That wasn't really practical. All she could really hope for right now was that maybe some mage somewhere would be able to fix her memory with their magic and then maybe she could do something. In the mean time, she was just doing her best. If the guy was less scary then maybe she'd be willing to work with him like she was trying to work with the teachers in class, but that just seemed impossible with this guy. He was way too scary and way too angry.

Even his attempts to look less angry didn't help that much. That he wasn't yelling was helping a little, but his face was still stuck in a permanent scowl and just looking at it made her mouth go dry. It was like he was staring angrily into her soul and that he was going to beat it up the moment he got a chance. Confrontation had always been hard on her and she still had no idea how to handle people that were mad at her. People that were just mad in general were even harder, even if their rage wasn't caused by her. Jennifer would always assume it was and would start running through why they hated her so much and all her faults. There was no way she could focus on her powers like this.

When he touched the hand it didn't react. Normally she might have poked his finger back or something, but this entire situation was making her too anxious to think to do something like that. Jennifer could barely muster the strength to shake her head when he asked if she could feel her poking. She was vaguely aware of it, but calling it feeling was wrong. Something she was happy for because she couldn't imaging what would happen if she spawned a heart or something and someone poked it if she actually felt whatever was happening to her phantom limbs.

Part of her hoped that being a passive lump like this would make him get bored and go away. Sometimes it worked. However, when he mentioned stabbing, she couldn't hold back her knee jerk reaction. Her eyes went wide and she shot up in her seat.

"Gyek, st-stabbing? Wait, people stab people here often enough for you to worry about it?"

Jennifer was from LA, so she knew it was an issue in some communities, but it was never a problem in the party of the city she lived in. It was hard to picture it being such an issue that this guy would feel the need to interrogate her just to make sure she wasn't going to do it. Shouldn't not stabbing be the default assumption? That it wasn't was really scary.

That he was staring at her like she was crazy right after he said something that crazy was both strange and worrying. How did he expect her to react? Stabbing was not normal and that he was even worrying about it was scary. Was it really that common? Jennifer shifted uncomfortably in her seat (again) as she let that thought settle. She was really excited about the academy, but this was making something twist uncomfortably in her stomach. Just what kind of people was she dealing with?

"Um..."

Unfortunately, she couldn't answer his question off the top of her head. She remembered that today was the first day of classes she was going to, but she didn't remember when she first started exploring the academy. Those days should probably count because she was pretty sure she met a lot of people those days, even if she had trouble remembering them. Jennifer pulled her phone back in front of her face and looked at her calendar. She'd gotten pretty good at doing this, so it didn't take too long. Good thing because she insisted on holding that um the whole time until she spoke again.

"This is the third day. I-Is that weird? What do people do here that make you so worried about getting stabbed?"

Jennifer tilted her head, not that it was too noticeable given how hard she was trying to hide behind her phone. She knew what the academy was about. It was one of the few things she could kind of mostly remember sometimes. It was all about learning how to do cool things with magic, and...well she couldn't really remember what the recruiter said, but she was pretty sure that was the gist of it because magic was cool and interesting and varied and not very many people could do it. And it was real magic too, not the fake kind that stage performers did. She figured she'd come in, meet some people that were like her, and then learn some interesting things to do with her power. It sounded pretty great! So she didn't get what he was rambling about.

Curiously, her eyes followed his finger since he seemed to be trying to get her attention with it. What came next however, was not something she was expecting at all. Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and then explosions and then a chunk of the wall was gone. The noise alone was enough to make Jennifer jump in her seat from surprise. From there, she stopped breathing and her eyes felt like they were stuck in their widest setting. All she could do was stare while she tried to make sense of what happened.

A repeated string of "Huwa? Huwa?" was the closest thing to something intelligible that came out of her mouth.

They were in a school and he just blew up the wall like it was no big deal. Everyone else, once they recovered from the initial surprise, seemed to think it was no big deal either. What was even going on? What was this place? Would she even remember by this time tomorrow?